2:30 in the morning and the cats (on the screen porch) are yowling at full voice. I got up and grabbed the 39A with red light and snuck out on the front porch. Giant armadillo in the wife's flower bed, really a Boone and Crockett sized Armadillo. If I didn't shoot him, I knew the wife would be on my case. She hates dillo's in her flower bed. So I shot him. And since the wife hates when I let the dillo's run off to die (she wants to be sure they are dead) I shot him between the eyes. He flopped around and landed on the front walkway and breathed his last. Went back to bed. Wife says "what'd ya shoot". I said "armadillo. Head shot him and he's laying on the front walk". What...she says...he's going to bleed out all over my walkway. Yup! Never satisfied....

There seem to be more and more wifely rules every year about shooting armadillos. Kinda like working for the government.

She says she wants to shoot them herself. So I bought her a Browning Micro 22 Lever gun. She won't practice. Had a dillo in the yard the other night and I told her that it was her darn turn to do the shooting. I walked out with her to hold the light. She shot twice and missed. Dillo turned around and faced her and got on his hind legs. I swear he had that look like "what in the H___ are you doing?". He ran off, so now the shooting is back on me to do.

Sun night sitting in my bowseat, waiting for the feeder. the deer start moving in about 10min before it goes off. All the little does are there just before it goes off when I hear a large rustling coming towards me from behind. It took a good 5 minus of tromping around before it came out into the open. I knew it was a big buck taking his time, and out pops a frickin dillo. Took all I had to not hit him with the new broadheads I bought...

I think you need to go buy you a special Dillo shooter with thermal or night vision.

Be sure and tell the wife that if the cat would have killed the Dillo, the cat would have left it on the front step so you were just following the cats example of leaving the Dillo for her to clean up.

That red light on the 39A works just fine, and the Dillo's don't seem to notice it at all. All this armadillo shooting is going just fine. I only made one big mistake, and that was having a big laugh when she missed the one she was shooting at. She had a loaded gun and was NOT smiling. I think I'd have been Ok with a chuckle, but to bust out laughing was pushing it too far. Gotta be careful around the ladies sometime. For instance, I just never feel that comfortable around women that have big knives in their hand. Maybe that's some inherited prehistoric thing. Or maybe it's guilt...